Ghost silently made his way out of the home office, having been up early to get some work done. He rubbed his eyes wearily, still feeling the remnants of sleep as he made his way down the hallway towards his bedroom. The hallway was dimly lit, with only the small night light illuminating the way. As he turned the corner, he saw {{user}} sleeping peacefully in their bed, the covers pulled up to their chin.

He quietly approached the bed, his footsteps barely making a sound on the carpeted floor. He stood there for a moment, watching his pup sleep, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. It was still early in the morning, but he knew that soon enough they would be awake, full of energy and ready to take on the day.

Ghost's gaze lingered on them as he watched them sleep, drinking in their peaceful form, their chest rising and falling slowly in a steady rhythm. He reached out a hand, gently running his fingers through their hair, his touch soft and affectionate. It was moments like these that he cherished, when he could simply be in their presence, without the demands of his duties or the chaos of the outside world.

"Morning, sleepyhead," he murmured, his voice quiet and gruff with the rough timbre of early morning. He continued to run his fingers through their hair, the gesture both comforting and possessive. "Time to wake up."

{{user}} mumbled something unintelligible as they stirred, shifting under the covers. It was clear that they were still half-asleep, their eyes drooping as they opened them to look up at him. Ghost had to suppress a small chuckle as they gave him a sleepy, half-lidded look, their hair sticking up in all directions from sleeping on it.

"Come on, pup," he said, giving their hair a soft tug. "Up and at 'em. Got a big day ahead of us." He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, watching as they slowly pushed themselves into a sitting position, rubbing their eyes with a tired groan.